Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.